The rhythm seems to be stuck under my skin, and every so often lately it crawls to the surface and won't let go. I don't listen to rap. Ever. At work I've got everyone trained to know that if rap comes on the radio, we're changing the channel.
I actually got frustrated in the car the other day when I couldn't figure out what the number was to the local rap station, I know there has to be one, and was stuck with pop music or nirvana. Uck. Why can't i have a CD player like the rest of the universe.
I've come to the conclusion that it's one of my muses taking hold and getting me prepped for some story that needs to be told. I'm kind of hoping it's kane or jude, because if Carter has started to like rap music, gods help us all. So far though, no one is claiming it. Maybe they know I'll kick their ass if I find out who's got me listening to the cable rap channel to someone named scrappy something or other.
LL was on earlier. Now there is some rap music I can listen to. Why isn't there an all LL all the time channel? What am I supposed to do, put Halloween H20 on automatic replay?
I'm taking a break for the moment from reading the LKH Incubus Dreams. I kind of had to. She's got us all in the middle of this big scene with JC and Richard, then all of a sudden I'm supposed to switch gears back to Police mode and Zerbrowski? This book, more than any other, you really have to seperate your own sense of self and fantasies from Anita's. And it's frustrating because every time I think Anita's life is going somewhere I can live with, she takes a step back, or seems to. The police stuff, and mystery, seems to be a hook LKH uses so she can call the book a 'mystery' instead of highly erotic paranormal whatever. Still, about every three sex scenes, we're expected to sit through the police stuff, only I find myself less and less interested. Because I know it's not going to be that well drawn out, as it was in some of the earlier books.
OK, this rap music is not working. It's all about rappers and their girlfriends. Whatever happened to the faster beat, hard core rap? I don't really have any particular interest in hearing about drugs death or killing cops, but I mean come on. I won't be able to understand it anyway, right?
Quotes of the day, from Incubus Dreams:
He licked my face, a quick flick of the tongue, and then he laughed, and it wasn't masculine, it was just Jason making a joke. Jason who would make a joke on the way to hell, even if it meant extra time and a worse punishment. No matter what form he was in, he was still Jason.
oh crap, if this rap station is going to play that rollin with the homies garbage, I'm going to slam my fist through the wall. Anyhow, there's the line where I was like, yeah, that's what I love about Jason-were.
And the other one, the one that had me cracking up. At the same time it's proof that you have to seperate yourself from your own reality and Anita's. There are things in the book that, as Anita would say, just flat out do it for me. Then there are things that IRL would be just repulsive, but in her own little fictional world I can sit back and watch. Anyway. Just when you think Richard is getting a bit more mature about everything.
Richard strode through the door, and his energy flung across the room like hot sparks from a fire. It hurt where it touched my skin like small biting insects. What do you say when you find your ex-fiancee fucking a leopardman? Richard knew just what to say. "The last time I saw anything this sick was in one of Raina's porno movies."
it's the 'richard knew just what to say' that cracks me up every time.
I've got to go now. They're playing Run DMC, and I might just have to get up and do the snoopy dance. See ya.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Friday, September 24, 2004
Bad Dreams
I stayed up late reading Incubus Dreams last night, and I'm still only about 200 pages in. This is the first time a book has played havok on my subconcious in quite a long time. I didn't realize that the characters' nightmares and bad memories were having such an adverse affect on me. Maybe I'm not using the vocab. in quite the right way but I'm tired and want this down while it's fresh on my memory.
In the book, Micah talking about what happened to him made me very sad, but it was Nathaniel and Damian's nightmares that I think must have done this.
I was back at the Y daycamp. Gods that Was almost ten years ago. It looked slightly different, with different people, but it was still us being in charge of a bunch of kids and their safety. Safety which had taken a vacation in this dream apparently. We were under those covered picnic table areas that you see in parks and zoos. And, part of it was in what looked like the basement of my old church. Some bad guy or evil thing had already come along and taken one of the kids. Everyone was frantic. Police with helicopters and such trying to track the kid down,but I have a feeling for that kid at least, it was too late.
In the middle of all that, there was some crazy virus being spread. Handiwork of another, or the same, really bad evil thing. In the end, no one would get close to each other or touch anyone they cared about, for fear of transmitting whatever it was. No, that's not right. Not fear of transmitting it to others, fear of getting it themselves. And there was my Grandma Dorothy, someone who is dead now but was alive in the dream. Someone who I'd love to have back, for just a moment, for a big bear hug and to tell her how much I love her. But in the dream, I couldn't hug her, just kiss the air around her and feel really sad. I'm pretty sure the not being able to touch the people you love is something to do with the Anita book too. Not that they were stuck in any similar situation. Just, for Anita it may all be sexual but it's still all about touching loved ones, or not touching them because you love them, or other issues therein.
That's the point at which the cats woke me up. Was it because they could sense my distress? Or because they were hungry? Or because it was ten minutes before I had to get up anyway, and they like to do that?
I can't remember the last time I had such a vivid dream, or one so negative. And I don't think I've ever had a book influence my dreams so much.
Now, if the Anita book was going to come calling on my subconcious, why couldn't I have had NICE dreams with Jason or Nathaniel or Damian? Ok maybe skip those last two because they're too prone to the bad memories.
I'll probably delete this later, but this format was fastest, and easier to access this moring than my private journal. So if anyone out there is reading this, try not to delve too deeply into my subconcious and/or analyze my dreams.
In the book, Micah talking about what happened to him made me very sad, but it was Nathaniel and Damian's nightmares that I think must have done this.
I was back at the Y daycamp. Gods that Was almost ten years ago. It looked slightly different, with different people, but it was still us being in charge of a bunch of kids and their safety. Safety which had taken a vacation in this dream apparently. We were under those covered picnic table areas that you see in parks and zoos. And, part of it was in what looked like the basement of my old church. Some bad guy or evil thing had already come along and taken one of the kids. Everyone was frantic. Police with helicopters and such trying to track the kid down,but I have a feeling for that kid at least, it was too late.
In the middle of all that, there was some crazy virus being spread. Handiwork of another, or the same, really bad evil thing. In the end, no one would get close to each other or touch anyone they cared about, for fear of transmitting whatever it was. No, that's not right. Not fear of transmitting it to others, fear of getting it themselves. And there was my Grandma Dorothy, someone who is dead now but was alive in the dream. Someone who I'd love to have back, for just a moment, for a big bear hug and to tell her how much I love her. But in the dream, I couldn't hug her, just kiss the air around her and feel really sad. I'm pretty sure the not being able to touch the people you love is something to do with the Anita book too. Not that they were stuck in any similar situation. Just, for Anita it may all be sexual but it's still all about touching loved ones, or not touching them because you love them, or other issues therein.
That's the point at which the cats woke me up. Was it because they could sense my distress? Or because they were hungry? Or because it was ten minutes before I had to get up anyway, and they like to do that?
I can't remember the last time I had such a vivid dream, or one so negative. And I don't think I've ever had a book influence my dreams so much.
Now, if the Anita book was going to come calling on my subconcious, why couldn't I have had NICE dreams with Jason or Nathaniel or Damian? Ok maybe skip those last two because they're too prone to the bad memories.
I'll probably delete this later, but this format was fastest, and easier to access this moring than my private journal. So if anyone out there is reading this, try not to delve too deeply into my subconcious and/or analyze my dreams.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
There she goes, there goes Tokyo go go Godzilla
Man, who the F## was THAT dude?
I don't know, but he was creeping me out bro.
Well I'm not sticking around to find out, Ry. It's bad enough we have
the creepy dude around all the time
he's like, Katie's stalker or some shit.
Well, we can't leave. CJ says we have to stick around and cheer her up
*evil stare at CJ* hurry up then, my ass is out of here. George and I have places to be, you know.
*sigh*
Look, you guys are cute, but not helping.
I'd tell you about the time we crashed the hospital, but we're under controlled.. copied..
copyright, you moron! It's amazing you ever made it out of college, dude.
My GPA was three tenths of a point higher than YOURs, bro. So don't look at me.
That's only because you have to share my brain, dumbass, and you hijacked it all through Western Civ senior year.
Can I help it if you had the hots for that brainy chick that sat behind us?
She was hot, dude. Hey and remember that nurse that-
AHEM*
oh, sorry dude.
IF you idiots don't get on with it, I'm going to make you call me God again.
*snickers* sure, dude.
OK, so here's the deal. You want to hear about Vegas, right?
Everyone wants to hear about Vegas.
Well I'm just saying, because some people have never been there.
Well George then those dudes are either jail bait or stupider than us rednecks.
See, this is why I do all the legwork and Jack does all the hands on stuff. I deal with the suits and he deals with the help.
Man, you are worse at telling a story than Parker. And no one bores me to tears more then he does, with all that "back in the old days before we lost Avalon" shit.
@#@#!@%#%$#^#$^$#%
Brief intermission.... *pauses* *rings bell* OK, get on with it or I'm going to bed. I have to deal with a questionsmeister trainee for twelve straight hours tomorrow.
That sucks. Is she hot?
No Ry, remember? it's that old dude. The one that didn't know who Jimmy Page was.
Dude, EVERYONE knows who Jimmy Page is.
YOU don't.
Of course I do. It's the dude the little doctor bro is always arguing about with the other creepy dude.
Speaking of the other creepy dude, remember that time we were in Vegas?
*LMAO* man, that was the fucking coolest thing ever.
So there we were, free tickets to the Ghosts of Avalon concert at Mandalay Bay.
We've got lifetime VIP passes, dude.
Yeah, and since Rache had the dudette at home in school, we got to hang out with Dave.
I'm not usually a big fan of those freaky pins in your ears black death people, but he rocks.
Me either. Those death people are freakier than the creepy dude.
So we're backstage about a half hour into the concert, when the power goes out.
To the whole casino, dude.
Dude. And Jack is all like, man, George Clooney is stealing their money again.
But we knew it wasn't him 'cause Dave told us Clooney is a pansy and didn't really steal any of that money at all.
It was the apples guy.
Apples guy? What the fuck, Ry.
You know, the apples guy from that movie with the genie. The one that talks like Kiel.
He's a DOG? Ryan, your sense of logic is broken, man.
So anyway everyone was freaking out when the lights didn't come right back on.
Running and screaming, crying and fighting
cats and dogs living together and- oh wait, that was that other time, sorry dude.
so we wanted to help, but Dave was all like, "No majick, dude"
That really sucked.
But he didn't say anything about no Godzilla
OR King Kong.
No, he didn't. And he didn't say anything about flashlights or pillars of firelight or babes in really short skirts with trays of beer.
We innocently break out with the Godzilla and King Kong.
Figured if it's going to be a riot, we might as well at least have some fun.
Well, it WAS fun. Even if you did get arrested.
no, YOU got arrested. See? That's you in the mug shot. *holds up framed photo*
Oh shit it is! Man, how'd i get that screwed up in my- wait a minute, we're twins, it's you, too. That IS you not me. You're a jerk, bro.
Proving once and for all why I get to be King Kong and you have to be Godzilla, dude.
Godzilla is ten times cooler than King Kong and you know it.
please. Need I point out the P. Diddy movie?
*smacks stupid brother into silence*
*smacks him again for good measure*
*smacks him again cuz I know it was him that stole my Titans jersey*
You jackass, SHUT UP about that or we're going to have to listen to Joey go on another five hour lecture on Zeppelin history.
Whoops. You're right, sorry dude.
Now say "Ryan is the cooler twin and god of all the universe"
Ryan is the- hey shitbird, those WERE the droids I was looking for. I'm not falling for THAT two times in one week.
That reminds me, did you get a chance to watch the Star Wars DVD today?
I don't know about you dude, but whatever that was that I saw, it wasn't Star Wars. I think George Lucas has got some conspiracy going on.
Remember when Dad took us to see it?
And then we got back to school the next day and no one knew what the hell we were talking about.
Imagine growing up and not knowing the difference between the Death Star and the Rebel Alliance is.
Alright now YOU'RE starting to scare me, and you're my twin brother. That can't be good, I'm leaving.
*ZZZZZZZZZ*
Look dude, she fell asleep. And we didn't even get to finish our story.
We never could have told her that story anyhow, dude.
Yeah. Lucien would seriously kick our asses.
Not that I'm scared of him or anything. *puffs out chest*
Well yeah, but I was talking about the cops.
Oh yeah. Forgot about you getting arrested, dude.
No not that! I meant the law. Remember? We saw it on TV when Mom was watching Law and Order last week. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
Shit you're right. Oh well, it's a shame. That was one funny ass story.
I know. And it even had chickens and easter eggs. Every good story has to have easter eggs.
Come on, I want to get going anyway. Trance is DJ at Zero tonight, and he promised to play our theme song when we get there.
Which one? The Kenney Chesney or the Alan Jackson?
No, the new one by those rich dudes.
Hell we are NEVER going to live that one down George, but if it gets me laid I guess I don't care.
What was the name of that dude again that stole our line?
I don't know but if anyone sees him, tell him I said thanks *vbg*
I don't know, but he was creeping me out bro.
Well I'm not sticking around to find out, Ry. It's bad enough we have
the creepy dude around all the time
he's like, Katie's stalker or some shit.
Well, we can't leave. CJ says we have to stick around and cheer her up
*evil stare at CJ* hurry up then, my ass is out of here. George and I have places to be, you know.
*sigh*
Look, you guys are cute, but not helping.
I'd tell you about the time we crashed the hospital, but we're under controlled.. copied..
copyright, you moron! It's amazing you ever made it out of college, dude.
My GPA was three tenths of a point higher than YOURs, bro. So don't look at me.
That's only because you have to share my brain, dumbass, and you hijacked it all through Western Civ senior year.
Can I help it if you had the hots for that brainy chick that sat behind us?
She was hot, dude. Hey and remember that nurse that-
AHEM*
oh, sorry dude.
IF you idiots don't get on with it, I'm going to make you call me God again.
*snickers* sure, dude.
OK, so here's the deal. You want to hear about Vegas, right?
Everyone wants to hear about Vegas.
Well I'm just saying, because some people have never been there.
Well George then those dudes are either jail bait or stupider than us rednecks.
See, this is why I do all the legwork and Jack does all the hands on stuff. I deal with the suits and he deals with the help.
Man, you are worse at telling a story than Parker. And no one bores me to tears more then he does, with all that "back in the old days before we lost Avalon" shit.
@#@#!@%#%$#^#$^$#%
Brief intermission.... *pauses* *rings bell* OK, get on with it or I'm going to bed. I have to deal with a questionsmeister trainee for twelve straight hours tomorrow.
That sucks. Is she hot?
No Ry, remember? it's that old dude. The one that didn't know who Jimmy Page was.
Dude, EVERYONE knows who Jimmy Page is.
YOU don't.
Of course I do. It's the dude the little doctor bro is always arguing about with the other creepy dude.
Speaking of the other creepy dude, remember that time we were in Vegas?
*LMAO* man, that was the fucking coolest thing ever.
So there we were, free tickets to the Ghosts of Avalon concert at Mandalay Bay.
We've got lifetime VIP passes, dude.
Yeah, and since Rache had the dudette at home in school, we got to hang out with Dave.
I'm not usually a big fan of those freaky pins in your ears black death people, but he rocks.
Me either. Those death people are freakier than the creepy dude.
So we're backstage about a half hour into the concert, when the power goes out.
To the whole casino, dude.
Dude. And Jack is all like, man, George Clooney is stealing their money again.
But we knew it wasn't him 'cause Dave told us Clooney is a pansy and didn't really steal any of that money at all.
It was the apples guy.
Apples guy? What the fuck, Ry.
You know, the apples guy from that movie with the genie. The one that talks like Kiel.
He's a DOG? Ryan, your sense of logic is broken, man.
So anyway everyone was freaking out when the lights didn't come right back on.
Running and screaming, crying and fighting
cats and dogs living together and- oh wait, that was that other time, sorry dude.
so we wanted to help, but Dave was all like, "No majick, dude"
That really sucked.
But he didn't say anything about no Godzilla
OR King Kong.
No, he didn't. And he didn't say anything about flashlights or pillars of firelight or babes in really short skirts with trays of beer.
We innocently break out with the Godzilla and King Kong.
Figured if it's going to be a riot, we might as well at least have some fun.
Well, it WAS fun. Even if you did get arrested.
no, YOU got arrested. See? That's you in the mug shot. *holds up framed photo*
Oh shit it is! Man, how'd i get that screwed up in my- wait a minute, we're twins, it's you, too. That IS you not me. You're a jerk, bro.
Proving once and for all why I get to be King Kong and you have to be Godzilla, dude.
Godzilla is ten times cooler than King Kong and you know it.
please. Need I point out the P. Diddy movie?
*smacks stupid brother into silence*
*smacks him again for good measure*
*smacks him again cuz I know it was him that stole my Titans jersey*
You jackass, SHUT UP about that or we're going to have to listen to Joey go on another five hour lecture on Zeppelin history.
Whoops. You're right, sorry dude.
Now say "Ryan is the cooler twin and god of all the universe"
Ryan is the- hey shitbird, those WERE the droids I was looking for. I'm not falling for THAT two times in one week.
That reminds me, did you get a chance to watch the Star Wars DVD today?
I don't know about you dude, but whatever that was that I saw, it wasn't Star Wars. I think George Lucas has got some conspiracy going on.
Remember when Dad took us to see it?
And then we got back to school the next day and no one knew what the hell we were talking about.
Imagine growing up and not knowing the difference between the Death Star and the Rebel Alliance is.
Alright now YOU'RE starting to scare me, and you're my twin brother. That can't be good, I'm leaving.
*ZZZZZZZZZ*
Look dude, she fell asleep. And we didn't even get to finish our story.
We never could have told her that story anyhow, dude.
Yeah. Lucien would seriously kick our asses.
Not that I'm scared of him or anything. *puffs out chest*
Well yeah, but I was talking about the cops.
Oh yeah. Forgot about you getting arrested, dude.
No not that! I meant the law. Remember? We saw it on TV when Mom was watching Law and Order last week. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
Shit you're right. Oh well, it's a shame. That was one funny ass story.
I know. And it even had chickens and easter eggs. Every good story has to have easter eggs.
Come on, I want to get going anyway. Trance is DJ at Zero tonight, and he promised to play our theme song when we get there.
Which one? The Kenney Chesney or the Alan Jackson?
No, the new one by those rich dudes.
Hell we are NEVER going to live that one down George, but if it gets me laid I guess I don't care.
What was the name of that dude again that stole our line?
I don't know but if anyone sees him, tell him I said thanks *vbg*
Thursday, September 16, 2004
the small pleasures in life are always the best
Jason and I started watching Farscape a couple years ago when we found it on the SciFi channel. They used to run all the eps, in order, late at night around midnight. Which was perfect for us, because one or both of us would just be getting home from work then. One day when they were nearing the final season in repeats, they just yanked it completely. What did they replace it with? Crossing Over. Or something. Hell, I would have even taken that ridiculous Lexx show over Crossing Over.
So, now we've got the TiVo. I turned the TV off last night after watching some program recorded off of TNT. When I turn the TV on this afternoon, not really expecting anything good to be on, the TiVo tunes itself to SciFi where an old eppysode of Farscape is on! And I haven't even told the dang thing that I love this show yet. It figured that out all by itself.
My day started itself off with a phone call, from the BP station where my car is being fixed. Something I was dreading, that I've put off for months, snowballed into three seperate problems. I had nightmares about how much it was going to cost, worrying a bit over spending so much money less than a year before I'll be ready to buy a new car. Grand total? Less than four hundred dollars. I was doing the snoopy dance around the house and the cats thought I was nuts.
Now here's a good one. For anyone who's never heard of DarkHunters, go to www.dark-hunter.com and check it out. The cover for Alexion's story is up. Well, the UK edition anyhow. The quote on the cover to Val's book is something like, "move over, Anne Rice". Couldn't have said it better myself. I love Lestat and her vampire books, but I really hated the finale that came out last year. The one that tied the Witching Hour characters into the Lestat mythos. Gods, it was just awful. Very depressing. I know Anne Rice lost her husband and that of course would impact her writing. I'm not trying to belittle that. I would have rather she published a short memo saying simply "Lestat is gone, off in the universe somewhere. Close your eyes and dream, and you will find he's not so far away." Maybe I should finish the damned thing. I only ever got about half way through. Got so discouraged that I skipped ahead and read some of the end, found out that it wasn't going where I wanted it to. Why bother with that depressing garbage when I could reread Zarek or Kyrian or a stack of comics that literally falls over every time you add another one to it?
I've got cherry flavored sodas, left over ice cream and honey flavored wings for treats this afternoon. Shen and Carter have been in and out of my thoughts and I've got some writing to do. My car is ready and when I pick it up by Krogers, it's ten percent off day for groceries. OH, and there's a Ben Browder marathon on the SciFi channel which my newest love, Tivo, has helpfully pointed out. I don't have any fresh books to read which means I'll be inclined to actually write later, which always makes me happy. Oprah said a long time ago to think every day of five things you're grateful for. Don't worry, I'm not going to do THAT every day. But today I'm grateful for TiVo, John Crichton, Hank the mechanic at BP, treats, discounts, quiet writing time, and UK book publishers. That's closer to ten or something, but I don't think Oprah will mind.
So, now we've got the TiVo. I turned the TV off last night after watching some program recorded off of TNT. When I turn the TV on this afternoon, not really expecting anything good to be on, the TiVo tunes itself to SciFi where an old eppysode of Farscape is on! And I haven't even told the dang thing that I love this show yet. It figured that out all by itself.
My day started itself off with a phone call, from the BP station where my car is being fixed. Something I was dreading, that I've put off for months, snowballed into three seperate problems. I had nightmares about how much it was going to cost, worrying a bit over spending so much money less than a year before I'll be ready to buy a new car. Grand total? Less than four hundred dollars. I was doing the snoopy dance around the house and the cats thought I was nuts.
Now here's a good one. For anyone who's never heard of DarkHunters, go to www.dark-hunter.com and check it out. The cover for Alexion's story is up. Well, the UK edition anyhow. The quote on the cover to Val's book is something like, "move over, Anne Rice". Couldn't have said it better myself. I love Lestat and her vampire books, but I really hated the finale that came out last year. The one that tied the Witching Hour characters into the Lestat mythos. Gods, it was just awful. Very depressing. I know Anne Rice lost her husband and that of course would impact her writing. I'm not trying to belittle that. I would have rather she published a short memo saying simply "Lestat is gone, off in the universe somewhere. Close your eyes and dream, and you will find he's not so far away." Maybe I should finish the damned thing. I only ever got about half way through. Got so discouraged that I skipped ahead and read some of the end, found out that it wasn't going where I wanted it to. Why bother with that depressing garbage when I could reread Zarek or Kyrian or a stack of comics that literally falls over every time you add another one to it?
I've got cherry flavored sodas, left over ice cream and honey flavored wings for treats this afternoon. Shen and Carter have been in and out of my thoughts and I've got some writing to do. My car is ready and when I pick it up by Krogers, it's ten percent off day for groceries. OH, and there's a Ben Browder marathon on the SciFi channel which my newest love, Tivo, has helpfully pointed out. I don't have any fresh books to read which means I'll be inclined to actually write later, which always makes me happy. Oprah said a long time ago to think every day of five things you're grateful for. Don't worry, I'm not going to do THAT every day. But today I'm grateful for TiVo, John Crichton, Hank the mechanic at BP, treats, discounts, quiet writing time, and UK book publishers. That's closer to ten or something, but I don't think Oprah will mind.
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
small beginnings
What have I gotten myself into? Web publishing? HTML? This must be how Mom feels when I give her the exasperated, but Mom, no one can call you on your cell phone if you don't turn it ON look. Also I am reminded of fourth grade when I couldn't make the Apple IIe program tell me how old I would be in the year 2000.
Here I am anyway, gods help us all. Joey's yammering away in my head wanting to take over and type all kinds of skater/punk/mystick nonsense. Carter lounges in the doorway, waiting patiently. He knows if I can make this work it will only be a matter of time before I get to him.
But first, me. Today was a crazy day. My car was acting weird, my assistant was late, and I must be PMSing because I didn't deal with it all very well. Thank gods for Jason who I sometimes think is my inner peace. He just rubs my shoulders and smiles, or holds up one of the cats with a dopey grin. How can I not melt at that? Anyhow, to compensate for my frustrating afternoon, we went out. Jason bought a motorized litter box and I bought a TiVo.
woo hoo, TiVo!! Now I don't ever have to worry about missing Stargate or Smallville again. I am such a geek.
The litter box is having it's own strange effect on the household. Belle waits until it is clean, then lays down as if it were a bed. Mr. Jack and Roo watch it with growing concern. Roo is most freaked out by it. Funny, I wouldn't have pegged her as a technophobe, but there you go. Jack just huffs around as usual.
Not one to leave things on such a disgusting note....how did I get on that topic anyhow? I can't make the pictures upload, so we're going to table that while I run and try to determine how such a thing is done.
Here I am anyway, gods help us all. Joey's yammering away in my head wanting to take over and type all kinds of skater/punk/mystick nonsense. Carter lounges in the doorway, waiting patiently. He knows if I can make this work it will only be a matter of time before I get to him.
But first, me. Today was a crazy day. My car was acting weird, my assistant was late, and I must be PMSing because I didn't deal with it all very well. Thank gods for Jason who I sometimes think is my inner peace. He just rubs my shoulders and smiles, or holds up one of the cats with a dopey grin. How can I not melt at that? Anyhow, to compensate for my frustrating afternoon, we went out. Jason bought a motorized litter box and I bought a TiVo.
woo hoo, TiVo!! Now I don't ever have to worry about missing Stargate or Smallville again. I am such a geek.
The litter box is having it's own strange effect on the household. Belle waits until it is clean, then lays down as if it were a bed. Mr. Jack and Roo watch it with growing concern. Roo is most freaked out by it. Funny, I wouldn't have pegged her as a technophobe, but there you go. Jack just huffs around as usual.
Not one to leave things on such a disgusting note....how did I get on that topic anyhow? I can't make the pictures upload, so we're going to table that while I run and try to determine how such a thing is done.
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